Vlad couldn’t help but smile as he felt the raw power coursing through his body. With the Legendary Demon Soul and these Divine Treasures, my battle power has reached an entirely new level!
"If I were to clash with the Legendary Vorotallciae again, I could kill him without a doubt!" The thought sent a surge of killing intent through the Depravita of Wrath’s mind, sharp and intoxicating.
Although the desire for battle burned fiercely within him, Vlad maintained his composure, as there was still a lot of work to do. He was not just a Legend, but a massive stronghold that would surely send enough power to kill him if he made the slightest mistake.
The Depravita of Wrath spent a great deal of ti collecting resources and treasures from the tower—artifacts that would prove invaluable for his work.
With his haul secured, he left the tower behind and walked calmly back to his residence. Despite his newfound status as the supre leader of the Korokor Stronghold—a status that entitled him to claim General Tiberius’s mansion—Vlad preferred the comfort of his own ho.
The Depravita of Wrath was already familiar with it, and familiarity bred control, not to ntion that it had already seen many successes, bringing a sense of confidence to his heart. Within a few minutes, he was back in his sanctuary and wasted no ti before getting back to work.
The Legendary Demon Cage Runic Formation was already completed—a masterpiece of arcane engineering—but there was still much to be done in terms of rune crafting.
Other runic constructs could significantly impact the battlefield and reduce the pressure he and the soldiers would face. Vlad intended to make full use of every advantage he had for the incoming clash.
Without ceremony, he waved his hand, and a corpse erged in a flash of light. It was none other than the body of the Legendary Vorotallciae with long-bladed fingers, whom Vlad had slain shortly after evolving into a True Depravita.
The corpse’s face was frozen in the last expression it had worn in life—a mix of shock, horror, and disbelief, captured forever at the mont Vlad tore the man’s heart from his chest.
Vlad took a deep breath. Using the vast array of treasures at his disposal, he began restoring the body with ticulous care. He worked tirelessly, guided by precision and an unsettling calm. When he was finished, the corpse appeared so lifelike that, if not for the absence of a soul, one could easily mistake it for rely sleeping.
A complete corpse of a Legendary being such as Vorotallciae was a priceless asset. To necromancers or puppet-masters, it could fetch a fortune. But Vlad hadn’t done this for money. No, he had sothing far more insidious in mind.
With a cold, rciless grin, he waved his hand again and summoned one of the Legendary Demon Souls.
"I can already imagine the looks on their faces when they see their commander walking among the living again." The wicked gleam in Vlad’s eyes sharpened.
He wasted no ti, imdiately beginning the next stage of his work. His runic pen danced across the surface of the corpse with inhuman precision, engraving lines of power that intertwined across the body’s skin and delved deep into its organs.
Each rune served a purpose, part of a grand design that would bridge death and unholy life. This was not simple necromancy—it was a fusion of soul magic, demonic energy, and high-level rune crafting.
Three long weeks passed.
Finally, the work was complete. A cold, unnatural light flickered to life in the corpse’s eyes as a demonic soul force ignited within it. Vorotallciae’s body began to stir, twitching and shifting with chanical precision.
Vlad imdiately activated his A.I. Chip, scanning the reanimated vessel for errors. The robotic voice echoed in his mind, confirming complete synchronization.
"Excellent!" Vlad shouted, unable to contain his excitent.
But the thrill was montary. He quickly regained his composure, took a ditative posture, and began channeling energy inward. Tools and tricks were useful—crucial, even—but nothing could compare to one’s own power.
Now that his imdiate projects were under control, it was ti to return to training. While his energy pool was still far from the Legendary Rank, his body was very close.
However, as if fate were determined to interrupt him once more, a knock ca at his door.
With a flash of light in his eyes, the Depravita of Wrath rose from his stance. At the entrance stood three familiar figures: Valeria, Scipius, and Cato.
The three scions looked uneasy—nervous, even—but this ti, Vlad could sense that he was not the cause of their anxiety.
"Co in," Vlad said, his voice resonating with quiet authority.
The doors opened on their own, and the trio stepped inside. He could see the tightness in their expressions, the subtle tremble in their posture. Sothing was clearly wrong.
"It seems you’ve found sothing important," he said, his gaze steady.
The three exchanged glances, and after a silent nod of agreent, Scipius stepped forward and offered a crystalline shard. Without hesitation, Vlad took it and pressed his mind into the crystal.
A wave of data surged into his consciousness.
The files were filled with information about the Legend that had run away. His na was Patrick, and he had recently joined the Golden Sky Fortress.
Vlad’s brow furrowed. The fortress had seen a steep decline in new recruits after the war with the Void Heart Stronghold began, which was understandable after all the current war was one where even Legends could fall. For soone to join at this ti was highly unusual.
As he scoured the information, clarity dawned.
Flashes of insight illuminated connections that had once seed irrelevant. Patrick wasn’t just a soldier—he was working for soone very powerful and very dangerous.
The deeper Vlad read, the colder his expression beca. By the end, his jaw had tightened, and a deep frown shadowed his face.
Without a word, he absorbed the crystal into his spatial ring and turned to the trio.
"You must speak of this to no one," he said, his tone like steel.
Valeria, Scipius, and Cato nodded imdiately, dread written across their faces. Even if Vlad hadn’t commanded their silence, they would’ve taken every step to purge the mory from their minds. The weight of such information was far beyond what they were prepared to bear.
Vlad acknowledged their understanding with a small nod. "Leave now. Consider our previous misunderstandings forgotten."
The three scions exchanged quick glances, relief flickering in their eyes. Though they had ventured dangerously close to the edge by uncovering such volatile information, it seed they would not be sacrificed for their curiosity—at least not this ti. After offering deep bows, they turned and exited the residence.
Now alone, Vlad stood in silence.
"A spy among the Legends. So, it’s not just Vorotallciae I need to worry about... There are enemies much closer than I thought."
A heavy sigh escaped his lips. The weight of the world seed to press down upon his shoulders, but his resolve didn’t waver. If anything, the pressure only sharpened his focus. He resud his ditative position, determination solidifying in his heart like iron.
There were many ways to resolve his problems. He could sche, manipulate, and outmaneuver—but none were as certain or direct as raw strength.
If he reached the power level of soone like Marshal Maximo, he wouldn’t need to worry about traitors or legends or even gods. All problems bowed before absolute power.
It didn’t take long for Vlad’s Depravita Aura to begin revolving, swirling around his body as it absorbed the ambient energy of the world. The aura pulsed rhythmically, steadily growing stronger with each cycle.
Simultaneously, the soul force of the Legendary Demon Soul nestled in his chest was nourishing both his body and energy pool, exponentially accelerating his cultivation speed.
With unwavering resolve and deep commitnt, Vlad imrsed himself fully in the process, pushing all distractions from his mind. He wasn’t the only one dedicating himself, either. The entire Korokor Stronghold was alive with determination.
Every seasoned warrior spent their waking monts striving to beco stronger.
Though they had secured a devastating victory against the Vorotallciae, everyone knew it was only a matter of ti before another battalion would co, driven by rage and the thirst for vengeance.
Three months passed.
Just as expected, another army approached the Korokor Stronghold, marching with brutal purpose. This ti, their numbers were smaller—fewer than ten thousand. But their size didn’t comfort anyone. What caused concern wasn’t the quantity, but the quality.
Among them were over twelve hundred Sages, and the rest were all Guardians on the verge of entering the Sage Realm.
A heavy silence settled over the Korokor soldiers as they took in the sight. How could the Void Heart Stronghold produce such a force so quickly? Even for a warrior race like the Vorotallciae, this rise in strength was unnaturally fast.
Unlike the others, Vlad could see the truth. His perception pierced deeper than surface appearances.
"They truly are ruthless," he muttered, eyes narrowing.
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